Deep roots melts like those of the vineyards that you have always loved and cared for. Wings that are the freedom with which you have always let us express. Thanks papà Aldo, because it is not obvious to create a reality like ours from nothing, and be able to trust to leave it in someone

When you are born, woman, in a family of vintners, you soon learn to help. At the beginning I had to prepare the table for those who came back from the vines: they sent me to the cellar to take wine, good, white and fresh, from the tank. It happened that they poured me some: sniff, what